[Lord Finesse]
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Hear the crowd, and get the stage set
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You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck
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Sit down, relax, as I drop facts
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Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat
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I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes
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You're blind to the truth, so I'ma get you some glasses
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Cause as I flow, my rep start to grow
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And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know
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That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em
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Brothers be frontin, but Finesse'll be testin em
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As I rhyme, and strive for perfection
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It used to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin
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Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of Fortune
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You don't want none so proceed with caution
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Clap along, you didn't know that I was that strong
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to kick a rap song on top of a platform
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A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot
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I kick my rhymes from page to page
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Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track
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I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that
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I don't front when it's time for a autograph
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A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have
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made up, cause I ate up, most the comp'
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Set up a beat, and watch me stomp
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like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop
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Do I keep the loot?
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Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it
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Brothers run it, because they can't handle it
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Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze
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Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave
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* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *
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[Lord Finesse]
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Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty
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It's Lord Finesse, the MC and yours truly
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who will take your girl just like a known crook
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All I need is a mic and a phonebook
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Yo, I go on deep, don't need a gang to flip
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You try to copy, but can't even hang with it?
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Chill, yo, you can't master fool
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I drop science like a kid from Catholic school
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Back up, just give me some room to flip
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I get wild on the mic like some lunatic
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with the go, so watch me go
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Lord Finesse got a soul, and D so
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suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits
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But when approached by me they start shittin bricks
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I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me
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But in a battle, just prepare to be
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dissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm up
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or step in range, and get that ass torn up
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Or get a beating like Kunta Kinte
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Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way
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Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to chill
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Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile
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A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo
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Gettin booed, goin out like a homo
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Shut your trap, as I begin to rap
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Lord Finesse got skill, so just remember that
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rhymes I say, express and send with force
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I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse
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Eat MC's like a dinner from Swanson
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Spring into action like the man Charles Bronson
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Step in my way you will get played
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when you're tunin, to the Lord Finesse soundwave
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* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *
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[Finesse] * talking while Smooth cuts *
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Yo just about now I wanna give a shout out
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to my DJ Mike Smooth, the brother Premier
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Slo-Mo on the engineerin tip once again
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The brother Chilly Dee, the brother Rhome
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Donald D, Ice-T, Kid Jazz, the brother Disco
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The rest of the Rhyme Syndicate
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King Sun, Build and Destroy
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Tragedy, and his DJ, Joe Fatal
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Peace
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Slave to My Soundwave
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Lord Finesse |